Page 104 of Positively Pricked
I had to wonder, why would he do such a thing?
To humiliate me in front of Miss Tight-as-a-Virgin?
To prove to my boss that I was a terrible person?
Or, because the guy was just that annoying?
I was still staring at the card when it was abruptly snatched from my fingers. I looked up just in time to see the brunette scanning the hand-written message. With a laugh, she read the note out loud. "Wet yet?"
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but cringe all over again. It was either the worst flower-watering instructions I'd ever heard, or something a whole lot more suggestive.
The brunette tossed the card aside. "This is nothing. What's the big deal?"
The guy next to me explained, "It's from her roommate's boyfriend." He looked back to me and said, "Or, are you gonna deny that, too?"
By now, I was pretty sure I hated the guy. I said, "What doyoucare?"
Ignoring my question, he looked back to the brunette and said, "So if I were you, I'd keep an eye on her."
Well, that was rich.Already, the brunette was giving me the squinty-eye, as if I were personally responsible for her failure to get down and dirty at fifty-thousand feet, or however high we were. About the altitude, I didn't know, and I didn't care. At this point, all I cared about was the drink cart – or lack thereof.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when Zane returned and settled himself back into his seat without uttering a single word.
I looked to his hands.
No drink.
Damn it.
I was still dealing withthatdisappointment when something in our flight seemed to change, like we were slowing down or maybe changing altitude. Being such a newbie, I couldn't quite figure it out until Zane said, "Buckle up. We're landing in ten."
Ten minutes?That couldn’t be right. We were still a long way from New York.
Weren't we?
The brunette looked toward the nearest window. "We are?"
As for Zane, he was once again scrolling through his cell phone. He didn't answer the question.
The blond guy looked to his watch. "All right, I'll play along. Where are we landing?"
Zane didn't even look up. "Kalamazoo."
The brunette said, "Kalama-who?"
"Kalamazoo," Zane repeated. "Michigan."
"What? Why?" She looked toward the cockpit area. "Don't tell me there's a problem with the plane?"
Zane said, "All right."
Again, she turned to look. "So thereisa problem?"
Zane was still scrolling. "No."
"I don't understand," she said. "We're going to New York."
"Weare," Zane said. "You aren't."
